"Window Pain"
Yes there are window panes, but have you ever suffered through the trauma of window pain?
Have you peered out your window to see the sky crying, relentlessly, for no reason at all?
Have you ever drawn your curtains, only to find a gloomy day waiting to give you a migrane, on the other side?
Have you ever looked through your blinds and seen a father leaving? (Little did you know, he would never return).
Have you ever opened up your window, only to be forced to breathe in the toxic smell of pollution?
Inside, is safe.
The outside world is a dangerous place.
Do I take the risk of proping open my window, in hopes of sneaking out, and running away from this horrid place, only to be dissapointed that there is a screen preventing me from escaping?
Or do I not.
To stay within the confines of this stuffy house, may kill me.
But so would the outside world.
What do I do?
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Simplistic Complexity
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose for the lost souls who roam the earth, may my words offer you some shelter.
